But she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. Her eyes felt dry, so she rubbed them. She then picked the files up and


    waved them in the air. “Doing overtime.”


    He approached her and took a seat beside her. “Do you really work so slow?”


    “This is my first job. | have no experience at all.” Queenie typed a few strings of numbers and huddled closer to the screen so


    she could confirm it was the right number.


    Nigel stared at her in awe. Any boss would feel annoyed seeing her work so slowly. She spent a whole day just transferring


    these files’ info into the system?


    Queenie turned around. “So why did youe back?”


    “Pack your stuff and clock out. Leave these for Cecily. You’reing with me


    for all the appointments | have to handle.” And then he asked, “Did you have dinner already?”


    “No, Oh, | owe you a few dinners, so this one’s on me.” She smiled and stood up. but then her calves cramped up from her


    sitting too long.


    “God, my legs are cramped.” She held the edges of the table and sat back down. massaging her calves.


    Man, she’s a princess. She’s not suited for work. She''d be better off as a wife... Holy sh*t. Did I just consider marrying her? Nigel


    froze up for a moment.


    ‘Help me up, Mr. Manson,’ Queenie pleaded. He extended his hand, and she held it like a crutch as she stood up. Queenie took


    a few steps, but her legs were still numb.


    ‘Don’te to work tomorrow,” Nigel blurted. Queenie stared at him. “Why?”


    “You''re not a good assistant. You''re fired,” he said coldly.


    Is he looking down on me? She bit her lip. “Fine, | quit. | don’t think I’m fast enough for the job. | don’t wanna waste your money,”


    she agreed right away.


    Queenie waited for him at the office’s doorstep, and he came out holding a document. The moment he saw her, a smile curled


    his lips. She was beautiful. curvy, and sweet to the eyes. The light that shone on her almost made her look like an angel, and


    there was not an ounce of darkness in her eyes. Purity was all that existed.


    Beauties were a dime a dozen in this society, but Queenie felt different from thosedies. Nigel narrowed his eyes calmly, but


    there was a hint of admiration in them. When he went by Queenie, he said coolly, ‘Let’s go.”


    She followed him to the car park, and he asked, “Did you drive to work?”


    “Yeah.” “Get in my car,” he demanded. Queenie didn’t object and went into the passenger seat, thereafter Nigel drove them to a


    restaurant he picked. Queenie was starving. She had cafeteria food that afternoon, but it wasn’t filling. Work exhausted her as


    well, so she wolfed down the food they ordered.


    Nigel smiled. Every woman would put on the act of elegance when they were in his presence, but only she would show him her


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    At this moment, her phone rang. She picked it up and snapped. ‘What the hell do you want?’


    ‘Bonnie and | love each other. Don’t give me any trouble this Friday.” Leslie warned coldly. Queenie put her cutlery down and


    sneered, “Listen here, Leslie. Bonnie is my sister. You slept with her, so you’d better not dump her.”


    Leslie asked hoarsely, ‘You''re giving your blessing? To us?”